Worship

In this battleground

I have felt the loyalty of my worship questioned

Whose songs am I singing?

For whom am I singing?

Though in moments I find myself doubting

Once I open my mouth and let the notes fly out

I am reminded of times in the silence

Where you have been there to listen

To the groanings from deep within

No words, just sounds, mostly sobs

Still to you it has been music

For you it was still worship

In my weakest

The sounds that roared the loudest were cries

Yet it did not phase you

It did not turn you away disappointed 

You set a table for me

Sat me next to you and did not ask me to do anything

Just eat, sit with you

Because you don’t need me to 

Do anything for you

You fought

 I ate

This is my worship

Sitting and eating

Taking you in 

As I was always made to be